This morning's blog was supposed to be titled "54 year old quilts." It was about my Grandmother's 54 year old Singer 15-91 that I'm using to quilt a Linus quilt. Cute story, cute pictures. Except I forgot to upload the pictures and after I took the picture, she started to skip stitches and I moved to my Bernina. That's okay. Don't really want to quilt on that machine anyway, even though she has perfect tension. Just not sure I want to put that kind of mileage on an older machine and I was nervous about that, so I kept stopping and oiling her. The Bernina just needs her hook race oiled...much easier to do between bobbins.
Anyway, I was listening to NPR this morning and they were running a story on aging, which runs right along with using an older machine to quilt, right? The premise of the story was that most older adults have a bit of memory loss, but the difference between those that show symptoms and those that don't may be related to how people deal with stress. Those that get up from a problem, shake themselves off, and move on have a statistically noticeable lower occurrence of the symptoms of significant memory loss. Those who are depressed and feel that the world is crushing down on them are more likely to display symptoms of severe memory loss.
The reason, as purported by the doctor, was that everyone had the capacity to accomodate some loss of memory and those that had used that capacity up by struggling with depression were less likely to be able to accomodate significant memory loss.
They likened memory to traffic. If a road is blocked, you can take sidestreets to get to your destination (memory). It takes longer, but you still get there. But, depression, medication, alcohol and mistreating the body tend to close up the sidestreets, so when you hit a roadblock, you're just stopped.
The commentator was a gerontologist that talked about his oldest patient. Helen is 109 and still lives on her own and remains active and connected to the world around her. There may be some genetics at work here, but the doctor cited her ability to shake things off and get on with life as the greatest contributing factor to her longevity and more importantly to me, her ability to stay connected. Apparently there hasn't been a "fountain of youth" for Helen, but rather "spunk" has kept her alive as she has faced a good bit of adversity in her life and each time that she's been knocked down, she's gotten right back up and moved on. No wallowing. No time for depression.
So, looking introspectively, I can see where my reaction to the bumps in the road of life could indicate that I won't be able to find my keys in about two weeks. I wonder if it counts that AFTER I wallow around in my own worries for a while, I can pull myself up and do what needs to be done. But, only AFTER I wallow for a while.
And, I have to weigh what the gerentologist was saying with what I found in Saturday's fortune cookie; "47.5% of all statistics are made up on the spot."
Have a great day. And, hey, before you laugh at me for losing my keys, where's your wallet?